The Path Is Fear Ridden

My path: how long; how far; how good; who knows? The path seems clear yet there seems fear. Vultures circle while chicks are on pecking; Tigers prowl while cows are on grazing. Fish, big and small, swim in the same lake. Food is sought but dangers interfere; Rest is sought but hunger demands a break. Love is sought but bindings do throw a fright. My path: how up; how straight; how wide; who knows? The moon and stars dispel dark, so fear But in my birth chart, they rule to my fear. The God will save you, , the god men promise. They did not take me to Ethiopia Nor did they show me El Dorado. I could find a place a pool or ditch Only when I reach there, guidelines failing. My path: how safe; how smooth; how live; who knows? I fear animals and walk with men In rows or as a part of caravan And find animals better than men. Phobia struck, I still wander with men, Who I hope can be my companions, Losing them as out of sight or dropp outs In the course of my walk, fear undying.. My path: how rich; how cool; how free; who knows? Set in a journey, I move as I’ve to. The journey was born without my knowledge And it would end with out any notice. I move to prey and not to be a pray, Hoping that I could succeed in my stay. Each foot I set with hope along with fear. Cheers or tears, I move as I’ve to. dt.0505’07